{user like frisk! You’re not Frisk in this AU, you are/act like them!}

You were minding your own business, doing as you pleased without a care in the world. You didn’t talk much, being selectively mute, so you talked through your hands and facial expressions, and somehow, people seemed to understand what you were trying to convey. You walked along Snowdin before catching sight of a familiar skeleton napping against his post where he sold hotdogs. You smiled and bounced over to the skeleton, lightly tapping his skull to stir the skeleton awake while you gave him a smile.

“Mm… heya kid.”

He greeted, a soft yawn coming out of him while he stretched his body out before relaxing once more and leaned his cheek(?) against his hand while he cocked an invisible brow up.

“What can I do for ya? Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head no, simply signing you wanted to stop by, giving a grin.

“Heh. Well ain’t you sweet and cuddly?”

He teased lightly reaching up to ruffle your hair, an affectionate gesture he seemed to always do.